MUM-Messed Up Minds
We hereby disclaim every word under fifteenhundred syllables in this piece...we have listened to the ittle pizza sitting on the desk and it agrees with the
pinneapple that if anyone or everyone copies a little frame from Walmart there will be chaos....SO HERE IT GOES!!!!
"DEATH TO ALL THE LITTLE BIRDIES" A voice echoed down the cavernous hallways of Hogwarts; school for the criminally insane story characters.
"Wha..?" A startled Harry Potter jumped and immediatly started acting like a rooster so no one...not even the little
Algerian frog in his pocket named Mr. Fluffy would notice him. Soon however Harry noticed that he was the only one acting normal and everyone
else seemed to be looking...no staring at him with great suspicion.
"Sorry 'bout that..." Harry apologized swiftly and took off the hall as fact as his manticore would carry him.
"Potter, come here now!" Whatever though Harry and soon he was being chased by all the little frigid Brazilian chickens that
happened to live in England at that time. It was quite a sight...here was Harry running down the halls. His glasses were askewed,
his face a mask of full terror and fright, his tie seemed to be doing arobics and a neverending lie of skwaking,
fluttering and honkning chickens skuttering after him. The students lined that halls and called out to him if he wanted a bit of Vegemite
or Nutella on the breadstick. If harry had managed to pick his mouth up before he had
taken off he would have smiled but now it was to late...the chickens had caught up with him and soon all that was left off Harry POtter
was a little pile of bones and a small.....well...a small piece of sillicon that looked suspiciously like a scar.
Note: This is pretty weird. We admit it.
However there is a lot of symbollism and if you can figure it
all out...well congrats to you and we seriously suggest that you see a doctor..soon. By the way..this is what happens to all little
story book characters...eventually...
We hereby disclaim every word under fifteenhundred syllables in this piece...we have listened to the ittle pizza sitting on the desk and it agrees with the
pinneapple that if anyone or everyone copies a little frame from Walmart there will be chaos....SO HERE IT GOES!!!!
"DEATH TO ALL THE LITTLE BIRDIES" A voice echoed down the cavernous hallways of Hogwarts; school for the criminally insane story characters.
"Wha..?" A startled Harry Potter jumped and immediatly started acting like a rooster so no one...not even the little
Algerian frog in his pocket named Mr. Fluffy would notice him. Soon however Harry noticed that he was the only one acting normal and everyone
else seemed to be looking...no staring at him with great suspicion.
"Sorry 'bout that..." Harry apologized swiftly and took off the hall as fact as his manticore would carry him.
"Potter, come here now!" Whatever though Harry and soon he was being chased by all the little frigid Brazilian chickens that
happened to live in England at that time. It was quite a sight...here was Harry running down the halls. His glasses were askewed,
his face a mask of full terror and fright, his tie seemed to be doing arobics and a neverending lie of skwaking,
fluttering and honkning chickens skuttering after him. The students lined that halls and called out to him if he wanted a bit of Vegemite
or Nutella on the breadstick. If harry had managed to pick his mouth up before he had
taken off he would have smiled but now it was to late...the chickens had caught up with him and soon all that was left off Harry POtter
was a little pile of bones and a small.....well...a small piece of sillicon that looked suspiciously like a scar.
Note: This is pretty weird. We admit it.
However there is a lot of symbollism and if you can figure it
all out...well congrats to you and we seriously suggest that you see a doctor..soon. By the way..this is what happens to all little
story book characters...eventually...